Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Praying for Baby Braeden

A family in our small group could use your prayers today and over the next month. Braeden, their 11 month old, will be having open heart surgery tomorrow morning. The doctors will be repairing a hole in his heart. Braeden's parent's name are Chris and Gina and big brother is Caleb. Gina and I graduated high school together and I would like anyone who reads this to please take a minute to lift up my friends. Please lift up this family, Braeden and the doctors that will be preforming the operation. Chris and Gina have unshakable faith and are looking forward to see what God has in store for them.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Running Friends

I miss my running friends. I pray we will have a sick free week and I can go back to running like Phoebe. Sending healthy prayers to my family and my friend's families.

Friday, September 25, 2009


Everyone told me motherhood would change me. I would never be the same and I knew this would be true. I believed them. I wanted to be changed. I wanted to be a mother. I knew the first time I held son that I would never be a good employee ever again. I knew I would be consumed by him.
When I held daughter for the first time I felt my heart doubled in size and I knew equal, unconditional, love for now two children. I did not know how deeply it would change me. Motherhood changes more then your schedule and plans it changes your heart and soul.

We are now on day 14 of sickness. It started with son. He had a stomach and fever virus. Then daughter started with Flu and croup. With about two days of somewhat feeling better...brought more sickness. Daughter's croup turned to walking pneumonia. And then you guessed it son came down with walking pneumonia. We share everything here at the Roach house.

But most of all we share love. I love my kids and am thankful for the little sicknesses. There are those who sickness is cancer or worse. I am thankful for tired days. There are those who long for children. I am thankful for medicine and insurance. There are those who can not afford either. But when I think about how much I love my children, I am reminded of our God who loved us so much He sent His son to die for our sins. I am thankful for our God who sacrificed His son for me and you.And the old photos were simply therapuetic for me. I hope you enjoyed. The last one's title...Christmas Card Gone Bad.

...this too shall pass.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Not Me Monday

I did not get a babysitter this weekend so I could get away from my daughter for 3 hours. I got the babysitter for my husband because it was HIS birthday and it was never about me. I would never WANT to be away from my child. NOPE NOT ME.

I did not take Yoda to get a haircut this week because that was an excuse to get out of the house. I would never make up things to do. NOPE NOT ME.

I have not been wearing my blue jeans folded up so the bottoms will not get wet from all the rain. I would never NOT give up the flip flops and put on some different shoes so my pants would not drag the ground. NOPE NOT ME.

I would not TEXT my AUBURN friends throughout the whole Auburn game. I would never need constant communication with my AUBURN friends. NOPE NOT ME.

I did not allow daughter to wrestle Shep during half time of the Auburn game for enjoyment. I would never encourage her to "take him down." NOPE NOT ME.

I did not yell, "whose your daddy" during said Auburn game. NOPE NOT ME.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

For Frankie and Chell

Daughter and I had a mani padi to make us feel better after the week we had. This is Bon qui qui at the nail salon.

Daughter turned to me at one point during her manicure and said outloud, "Mommy I don't know what she is saying!" I just smiled and laughed.

Friday, September 18, 2009

To Good Not to Share

My friend sent me this link. I love it and wanted all my readers to enjoy this too!


I am Auburn. I am the 30 year old couple coming back to campus for the first time with both little ones in tow. One wears her first blue and orange cheerleader outfit; the other wears #34 even though he's too young to understand why.

I am the 50 year old man who hoped no one saw tears in his eyes when the eagle circled the field. I was too choked even to say 'War Eagle'. For a moment I felt foolish and then I didn't care. God, I love this place.

I am the 60 year old woman meeting her freshman grand-daughter who is now the 3rd generation of AU students in our family. Despite my age, I'd strap it on Saturday and hit someone if it weren’t for my gender and this blasted arthritis.

I am Auburn and I have always believed I was different. You can see it when you look up into the stands. My orange is not the same as Tennessee's and my blue is not that of Florida. But the differences go much deeper than my colors. Read my creed. What other school has one? I genuinely believe in these things. To be a real Auburn man or woman speaks of character, not of geography. All are welcome to walk though my gates, not just the wealthy or the elite.

Georgia and Alabama may have their nations, but we have always been family. Make no mistake, we loathe defeat, but even in defeat, we would rather be an Auburn Tiger than anything else.

We are family and you are the sons of Heisman, the sons of Jordan and Dye. You come from a long line of brothers who names include Burkett, Sidle, Owens, Sullivan, Beasley, Jackson and Rocker. It is a great heritage.

So this Saturday, when the warm ups are over and the prayers and amen spoken, when you hear my thunder growing in the stands above you, when you stand in the tunnel and the smoke begins to form, listen for my voice when you run onto my field. Behind the frenzy of the shakers and deafening roar, I will tell you something in a whisper you may miss. I will be telling you that you are my sons and I am proud of you for the way you wear the burnt orange and navy blue. I am telling you that you are my sons and I love you.

Auburn is so much more than a city or a school or a team or a degree. It is something that, once you have experienced it, will live inside of you forever and become a part of what makes up who you are.... It is driving into town on a game day. You may have come from hundreds of miles away and as you get closer and closer to the city limits, you feel it rising inside of you. Other cars on the highway proudly display their Orange and Blue flags or magnets or car tags, and you honk and wave at them, because, for that one day, you are all on the same team.

It is the smell in the air and the ritualistic act of tailgating... catching up with old friends, making new ones, and invitations from perfect strangers to try their ribs or watch their satellite TV showing all of the day's important match-ups...of course, all being secondary to the one that will occur in the great cathedral of Jordan-Hare later that day.

It is the Tiger Walk...where you might just see 300 pound men overcome with emotion and weeping with pride, because you have come there to cheer them on. As they walk by, you might exchange a glance with one or two of them and you can see it in their eyes...it is going to be their day.

It is the students...dressed in their best, because going to an Auburn game is like going to church for Auburn people....you show the same respect as you would if you were in God's house. Those students remind you of the days when you were walking in their shoes and Auburn was your home...but then you realize, in many ways, it is still and always will be HOME.

It is that lump that rises in your throat when the band plays the alma mater as the eagle is soaring over your head during pre-game. It is walking around on a "foreign" and sometimes hostile campus. You are easily identified (Auburn people always are) and the enemy jeers and shouts things at you to mask their feelings of intimidation. But just then you happen upon a friend you have never met before. You know they are your friend by the colors they wear or the shaker in their hand.

You exchange a "War Eagle" and a confident grin, because he/she knows what you know.

It is when your heart leaps with every touchdown, field goal, sack, and interception...because those are our boys. And win or lose, they will always have our un-dying support. After all, it is those boys that you are really there for and not a coach or a logo or a trustee or a president.

It is the complete and utter exhilaration of walking away victorious over a worthy opponent...that feeling of pride and accomplishment as if it were your own feet that had crossed the goal line scoring the last points yourself...that feeling of wanting to scream "War Eagle" at the top of your lungs and hug complete strangers...and then there is the ultimate high of defeating your most hated foes from across the state.

No words can describe what this feels like, but you know because you have experienced it. It is the sheer agony of defeat as the last minutes tick off of the clock and you realize that all hope of a victory is gone. You feel like crying and maybe you do...then you hear the faint sounds of a cheer that grows louder and louder...."Its Great To Be An Auburn Tiger."

It is knowing that year after year, no matter how things change in our hectic lives, you can always come back to "the Loveliest Village on the Plains"...the place where you came from...your home. It will probably look a little different and there will be new names on the backs of the jerseys, but deep down, no matter what, it is still the same. You still love it as much as you always have, because Auburn is as much a part of you as your arms and your legs and the orange and blue blood that runs through your veins.

And, finally, it is the feeling you have right now as you read these lines....the anticipation inside of you, because you know its almost time....Its about to start all over again...but then it really never goes away, does it?

W A R E A G L E !

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AU loge and Tiger Eyes are registered trade marks of Auburn University.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Mother Sayings

This week while I have been in lock down I am reminded of why being a mother is so much fun and so hard. I SWORE I would never say the things my mother said to me. I watched other children in restaurants and grocery stores and SWORE that would never be MY child. Well know I tell my children the same things my mother said and MY children act worse then any kid I have ever seen in public. And it is alright with me. They are mine for this short time here on earth and for that I am blessed and crazy. These are the things I have heard me say lately.

Put the scissors down slowly.

Who threw up in this toilet and when?

Did you wipe?

Did you wash your hands?

No you can not walk to the neighbors naked. Because you are a girl and even if you were a boy you would still need clothes.

Yes God hears your prayers.

Ketchup and ranch are not vegetables.

Do not let Yoda lick your teeth. Because you will get worms. No, not worms for fishing.

Paint can openers are not bath toys.

Scoot over because it is my bed that is why.

Stop jumping on the couch. No it is not a make believe trampoline. No we are not getting another trampoline. Because you have friends with trampolines.

Please throw up in the bowl and not on the sheets.

No you do not need a bandaid for your head. Maybe you should stop screaming and it would not hurt.

Just because her last name is Hale does not mean you can not be friends with her. No her last name is not a BAD word.

If he has snot coming out of his nose, you do not have to play with him.

If you hit each other with the drum sticks again, Rock Band is my toy.

Because this is a family day and you will have fun whether you like it or not.

Don't make me repeat myself!

So what are you saying to your kiddos this week?

Victory Never Tasted So Sweet

I made these cupcakes for last Saturday. Wal-mart was selling cake mix that makes just 12 cupcakes. I was excited because who needs 24 cupcakes. I thought they turned out really cute but I have no idea how they tasted. I did not even eat one. The kids on the other hand had 3 or 4! I must say looking at this picture makes me a little sad...I have not left the house since taking this photo. Still praying this virus/flu/stomach thing will GO AWAY.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009


First is was son with fever and throwing up.

Then daughter joined the fun and began fever.

We have been doing a whole lot of tv and washing sheets, blankets, comforters. Spraying Lysol. Moping. Cleaning. Hand washing. Germ X'ing. There is not a blanket in my house that has not been washed twice.
But this little girl has something more then the stomach bug. She is pitiful with no a lot to loose.
Praying for some relief in the Roach house.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Not Me Monday

I did not take my kids over to my close friend's house Saturday night and possibly infect them with a stomach virus. I would never take my kids to a friends house with all the germs that are floating around. I am a good friend and a hermit and live my life in fear and would never socialize for fear of what my kids could get or give. Nope not me.

I did not start washing clothes at 4:30 am because I was up with a throwing up child. I would never start a loud washing machine waking up everyone else in the house. I would never think that throw up sheets couldn't wait until daylight. Nope not me.

I did not spray my sleeping, sick child with Lysol because he stunk. I would never spray a bottle of germ eating genius directly at the back of my child's feverish head. Nope not me.

I did not set up an air mattress in my room because I did not feel like my sick child throwing up in two rooms. I did not set up the mattress because I did not want the said sick child in my bed. I did not set up the air mattress because I am a neurotic night time checker of sick children. Nope not me.

I did not take my kids to Wal-Mart on Friday night and tell them to stay close to mommy because there are scary people in Wal-Mart. I would never scare my children into obedience. I personally would never be scared of people of Wal-Mart on a Friday night. Nope not me.

I did not get so sad about not getting to go to Auburn this weekend that I cried. I would never cry over not going to a football game. I would never get mad at my husband for not understanding why I was crying. Nope not me.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Look A Likes

Gene Chizik

Agree or disagree. I believe brother-in-law looks like head coach Cheez-it!

Friday, September 11, 2009


With all the flu pandemonium going on, I went for the flu shot today. I work at a preschool and children are under my care twenty four hours of everyday. I got all dressed and ready for the event and loaded daughter in the car. Daughter was most concerned why I would choose a shot for myself. I explained how I wanted to be healthy and this would keep me from possibly getting the Flu. She was not buying it. We went here to get the shot. I thought this would be better then the time I had to stand in line at 4 am for one (while I was pregnant with daughter) at our church. I had to wait for an hour on the shot and was thankful there was a toy aisle to keep daughter occupied. I was the only person under the age of 75 getting the flu shot. I was also the only person not on Medicare and was the only person not talking about Obama's healthcare plan. I was the person who had a rowdy four year old who got some not so nice glares from the Piccadilly lunch crew. I was unsure who was giving the actual shot and was surprised it was the Pharmacist. My arm has been hot ever since and I am pretty sure he hit a nerve. Do pharmacist get trained in vaccinations? In the morning, I am taking the kids to get the flu mist. Husband wanted to know why on Saturday. He really asked. I replied, so you would have to suffer with me. Hoping this is the protection we will need for a healthy winter... now as far as the pig flu goes...I am avoiding bacon and pork as a precaution.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

AU opener

My heart needed all of this...every bit of this. Orange and blue are back in my eyesight and in my pictures and this makes me happy.

This did not make the daddy's happy. Jumpy things in 110 degrees while holding shoes and trying not to lose a child.
The Martin's. Future ballplayers!
Sweet Aby. You might remember Aby from previous post. She and son have been together in Kindergarten and now first grade. They married when they were four in Aby's swing set. She wore heels and he said yes.
Daughter with one of her Jonah's. She was so pumped to take both of her Jonah's to Auburn. It was so hot she kept taking off her cheerleader outfit.
3 mommies, 6.5 kids at tiger walk. Notice daughter is about to have her first claustrophobic moment. I ended up taking her and one of her Jonah's back to husband who had enough of people and decided to stay at the tailgate to "watch our stuff."
Raising little tigers one game at a time. I mean this screams spirit.
So we decided to all go to the upperdeck to sit together. We had a great view of the baseball field. And Coach Kaine is explaining something to son...

Then it happened. No nap. Hot sun. Tons of friends. Jumpy things. No real food. Third quarter melt down. What do you do in the 3rd Quarter with a tired four year old? You get popcorn and you watch the game on the tv's in the walkway.

Daughter Goes To 4K

This is all I got on her first day of 4K. Her daddy set off the car alarm that morning and woke her up before she got her beauty rest. So she was not feeling the camera and no matter what I threatened, this is all I got.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Not Me Monday

I did not let my child's first day of 4k go by without a cute picture of her. I did not threaten her with a trip to the office at her school in hopes she would let me take a picture. NOPE NOT ME.

I did not take my child's teacher a gift card because I feel guilty about not being room mom this year. I would never give guilty presents. NOPE NOT ME.

I did not bribe my two year old children at the Nook with Skittles. I would never give someone else's child candy as a bribe. NOPE NOT ME.

I did not get stalked on my morning long run by a strange man. I did not then ask another stranger neighbor to follow me home. I did not go straight home but then ran 2.5 miles more because I had to get in my mileage. I would never do that and would never put more miles over safety. NOPE NOT ME.

I did not plan on meeting my friend in Auburn on Saturday and then not go to her tailgate. I did not let 6 kids and 6 adults keep me from visiting my friend because it would be too much work to get us all over there. I am a great friend and would never put my convenience before my longest and dearest friend. NOPE NOT ME.

Thursday, September 3, 2009



I believe that this is a practical world and that I can count only on what I earn. Therefore, I believe in work, hard work.

I believe in education, which gives me the knowledge to work wisely and trains my mind and my hands to work skillfully.

I believe in honesty and truthfulness, without which I cannot win the respect and confidence of my fellow men.

I believe in a sound mind, in a sound body and a spirit that is not afraid, and in clean sports that develop these qualities.

I believe in obedience to law because it protects the rights of all.

I believe in the human touch, which cultivates sympathy with my fellow men and mutual helpfulness and brings happiness for all.

I believe in my Country, because it is a land of freedom and because it is my own home, and that I can best serve that country by "doing justly, loving mercy, and walking humbly with my God."

And because Auburn men and women believe in these things, I believe in Auburn and love it.
-George Petrie (1945)

Wednesday, September 2, 2009


Our friends are going with us to Auburn Saturday. I received this email today. Can I tell you how excited I am to have someone as excited as me. Husband is not big on excitement. Enjoy.

If we are attempting super tailgate then I have the following:

20 chairs
I have tv + extra direct tv dish
Small propane grill
8 coolers
The ability to dance like james brown
Face paint/eye black
Of course - orange pants

We could bring moving truck, how big is the parking spot?

I say we leave about 6 am to beat the traffic

Kaine Martin

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

I just can't help myself...

5 days

5 more days and I will be back in God's country. Where the sky really is orange and blue. Where when I enter the city limits my heart starts beating fast. I still feel like it is home to me. Where this little girl will go to school one day and it will already feel like a second home to her!

Where if I tell sister, "and then Pat Dye....". Sister will then say, "stop it. I can't talk about Pat Dye."

Where when this happens I am loud and crazy and life is good.

And to get my in my AU spirit this week, my favorite fourth grader made me this...

Love YOU MOLLY and thank you for not going to the dark side which your daddy worships.